Aguri Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

He moved with that casual arrogance that came naturally to his bloodline. "Sorry I'm late," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Had to use the bathroom." I watched him slide into his usual seat near the back. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and I caught something there. Guilt, maybe. Or recognition of what he'd witnessed earlier. He'd been in that classroom when the attack happened. He'd seen Rae on the floor. "Take out your textbooks," I said, turning to face the class. "Chapter twelve. Inter-species relations in the modern era."

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“So?” He was silent for a few minutes while looking at the dock. I didn’t speak anymore and waited for what he had to say. The sun had set in the west and the salty air was cool. I could smell the moss and washout paint from the ships nearby. “Before the crime happened in Boljoon, there was a murder victim in Argao. A University student. The victim came from a Vine concert and her remains were found a few kilometers from the venue.” He glanced and looked down at me. “Is it a coincidence, Rishel?”